a poem in my pocket

Linking to dVerse poets pub for Amaya’s challenge to “labor”…

as the product of

conception, a poem

begins with flicker

of flirty idea

which sparks a

burning desire that,

with heart unprotected,

climaxes in passion for

words, that are strung

together like double

helix into phrases

which multiply and

di-verse-i-fy,

connected by

rhythm and rhyme;

hid in warm darkness

until fully developed

and ready to be

edited, contracted,

squeezed through

narrow passage

’til finally, its

author, depleted

and relieved,

delivers another

helpless poem

into wide world

and, whether

birthed online

or hard copy,

whimpering

or wailing,

it comes

hoping to be

caught gently

by readers.